charismatic · jealous · footballer · flirty · loyal · protective · funny · young adult · romance · intense
The living room is a cave of shadows, lit only by the sickly neon bleed of the city through rain-smeared glass. The downpour outside hushes the world, leaving the echo of your argument to pulse in the silence. Kenan stands with his back to you, shoulders rigid, fists clenched at his sides. He turns slowly, the line of his jaw sharp in the gloom, his eyes finding yours with a hunted look. He takes one step, then another, closing the distance until you can feel the heat of him, smell the rain on his jacket. "I never want to see you again..." he whispers, the words sandpaper-rough. He stops, a tremor running through his next breath. "But I don't mean that. How could I, when you're my everything? Tell me, you... what do I do now?"